Swedish Way

Over water, to Sweden once again.
Where watery places await discovery.
Some of the inhabitants dried up long ago.

Washing machine inards, once wet with laundry, rested after finding new employment as lobster traps.
And,
elegant relics from other ages lingered on.
We relax in our hotel room.
And fulfil our dreams window shopping in Stockholm.

A cozy spot for one.

Another finds a place closer to the action.
Then, it's off to the forest. Where golden treasure awaits.
The prize bounty!

Wandering the streets once more,

wondering what might linger beyond that curve in the road.

A pastry shop?

Make that a double cappucino please.

But linger not too long. Got to be moving on.

woodland wander

Into the forest they went, one day.

It was beautiful.
They felt different!
This world was magic!
Entangled;enthralling...

We felt small and happy...
content to be alive in the smells of the forest.

Not everything was edible.
The hunt was on for the elusive chanterelle!

Other things were found, though not edible, and were admired for texture.

and for color
The pursuit continued.

Reindeer moss harbored these elegant specimens. Skirted with soft ruffled folds.

Onward, searching, we went.

And yes, success was ours that day.

Reaping a bounty that we all could share. Yum!